I'll be fine when my feet turns into mush
Oh, let me in, let me in, oh
You're fine with me when I'm talking to much
Oh, get me out, get me out, oh
What's good buddy, are you really my friend?
Oh, where you at, where you at, oh?
I'm fine with the shit that you pulled at the end
Oh, where you at, where you at?
I'm feeling estranged
I'm talking to my devil born
I'm feeling hungry as a king on his death day
I'm good looking good when I'm walking down the street
Oh, let me in, let me in, oh
You're fine f*cking guys that won't give you a treat
Oh, get me out, get me out, oh
What's up with the fly going splat on my tongue
Oh, where you at, where you at, oh?
I'm trapped and the rat won't give me a refund
Oh, where you at, where you at?
I'm feeling estranged
I'm struggling with my devil kind
Oh, you're so cruel to me baby, have a drink of my acid
Do you feel estranged, lover?